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Anyone; - Skaide - 01-22-2019
Apparently, the mother was in fact necessary. i swear i'll become your only desire. i swear i'll rip you apart.She provided nutrients to fuel Skaide in her venture from the corpse-littered beach to the river. What remains of mother is on the newborn’s lips, stained red and caked on her skin like a harlot’s lipstick. In death, there is also life. Immune to her own venom, the child easily enough broke through the mother’s skin and replenished herself. A parting gift, she mused. Even in her first breaths, in her first moments seeing the mother figure towering above her, Skaide held no emotional attachment. With vacant eyes, she watched the heart beat and the blood pulse. Nothing would have happened had the mother simply abandoned her, but she wanted to lay harm. A solitary kiss was pressed to her head, a solemn farewell, but the tables easily enough turned in the child’s favor. Her abandonment of the shore, alone, is a tale of her desperation to survive. ”Skaide,” she idly echoes her name once in a while as her hollow gaze stares ahead, trance-like, continuing to burn it into memory to replace the looming image of mother’s face. She – mother, her first meal – has proven her usefulness and is no longer relevant, no longer worth remembering. ”I’m not a fool,” her voice is monotone and as empty as her stare. ”I’m not a fool,” she repeats again, playing with what the mother had said before Skaide’s venom uncontrollably poured into her body and congealed her blood and melted the muscle’s fibers. Life’s first lesson was handed to her on a platter. It clings desperately to her memory as she watches that of her mother wash away with the blood on her lips when she dips her head to the river for a drink. She can only trust herself. She must protect herself. Skaide RE: Anyone; - Eight - 02-06-2019 @[Skaide] no matter what they say, I am still the king (now, the storm is coming in) RE: Anyone; - Skaide - 02-11-2019
He arrives with the current, materializing as she takes another swallow of water. Her eyes – slit pupils, viridian, vibrant – stare downstream to observe how the blood dissipates. With it, the mother fades from her mind and she briefly alone. He – this titan, this beast of the river lands – presents himself, but she doesn’t regard him until her name sits pointedly on his tongue. Lifting her head, she peers up at him. ”Skaide,” she echoes, but her voice is high and immature. It drips as easily from her lips as the water while she stares at him with a hauntingly flat affect. Of course, she listens to him. Even as her ears indecisively swivel – there’s idle chat behind her, a fish jumping out of water to her left, and the beast to her right – Skaide considers his offer. i swear i'll become your only desire. i swear i'll rip you apart.She isn’t a fool. That’s what she has been repeating to herself since abandoning the mother’s remains. Skaide could nearly taste the sadness rolling off the mother’s words; she was smothered by her solemnity and regrets and tragedies. It nearly choked Skaide, but biting Shiya and filling her with poison evicted the problem. As her venom course through the mother, the overwhelming tide of emotions receded until the child was alone in an empty void. It has been freeing, surviving this world without a nearly tangible cloud of emotions following her. That had been the mother’s undoing, but it won’t be hers. That’s why her expression is so distant even as she considers his offer. ”Shiya,” that had been her dam’s name, right? Already the image of her has flickered away. ”Pangea,” now she tastes the name of his home, her voice hollow as it bounces off the water’s restless surface. ”What’s there?” The beach and the river is all she knows. Their landscapes are painted across her memory with tedious detail, but Pangea is outside of her grip, unchartered and foreign. Much as he expected, Skaide doesn’t nosedive and bend to his offer. It continues to hang between them, idle and patient. ”Why should I listen to someone who knew her?” She doesn’t say the mother’s name, not giving her that power in death. Licking the water from her lips, Skaide lifts her head but her eyes stare a hole through him, reading his placid heartbeat. Skaide @[Eight] RE: Anyone; - Eight - 02-12-2019 no matter what they say, I am still the king (now, the storm is coming in) @[Skaide] RE: Anyone; - Random Event - 02-18-2019 @[Skaide] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 1). He will not show symptoms (rolled a 6). He will not express a trait (rolled a 2). |